Golden Love ~Tom Daley~

Together.

So the drinking age being 18 in South Africa probably wasn't the best thing for me. You know what. I'm just going to drink. I don't fucking care. I'm over Tom and all that drama. I'll see him again one day. It's bound to happen. Whatever. All feelings I had for him were gone. I'm just going to live in the now and have fun while I can. Know why? 'CAUSE I'M IN SOUTH AFRICA BITCHES. Ryan handed me another shot. I downed it and ignored the burning sensation.

I was way past buzzed. I was drunk. "Okay Joules. That's enough of that." Michael came and picked me up.

"NO. Where are you taking me. I'm having such a good time." I poked his face.

"Joules you're drunk."

"No Michael YOU'RE drunk." I poked him again. He led me out to the patio and we sat down. "I really am not that drunk. Just a little pasted buzzed." I said cooly. I really wasn't that incoherent.

We sat down on the swing that was out there. I drapped my legs over him and leaned into his chest. "Michael?"

"Yes?" he put his arm around me.

"Do you believe about all that stuff about a drunk person bring out a sober heart?"

"I thought you said you weren't drunk."

"I'm not. But I have all these weird feelings right now."

"You want to talk about them?" he asked.

"Better now then when i'm completely sober. I wouldn't have the balls to."

"Talk to me girl." he laughed.

"Well. Today while I was on a walk I came to the decision. I'm over Tom. He's out of my life. Yes, one day I will see him again and i'll deal witht hat when it comes. But then, I thought more about my feelings. One thing I've never told you but always wanted to was that when we cuddle and when we have our life talks I get a feeling that I don't know how to explain. i guess it's like I feel safe."

"Like that when we're together nothing else matters. Like it's just me and you and the world?" he asked.

I looked up. "That's exactly what i'm talking about."

"Joules. I have a confession."

"Yes?" I asked.

"I've loved you for years. Ever since the week after your Mom died. I've just cared for you and I can never stop thinking about you. You mean the world to me." he said seriously.

"Michael, I can't say that I'm in love with you. But i definetly have feelings for you that are more than just friendship."

"You don't know how glad I am to hear you say that." he leaned in to kiss me. I stopped him.

"Before we kiss. I want you to make a deal with me."

"What kind of deal?"

"The kind of deal where we don't put a label on this relationship just yet."

"I can agree with that." he smiled. And that's when I leaned in to kiss him. It very instantly became a makeout session.

~~RYANS POV~~

I went to go find Joules. Over the past few days of being in South Africa she'd become my drinking buddy and Schmitty Nate and Matt had given up after 2 beers. I walked to the patio where I saw Mike and Joules head earlier. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw the two of them full on making out. Pay back time.

I took out my phone and snapped a picture tweeting it.

"@RyanLochte: South Africa's for lovers @MichaelPhelps @JMcCrey [twitpic]"